Damn… fuck Delilah in Ivy's room? The idea was insane. Ivy was passed out cold, dead drunk and snoring it off. Still, it was risky as hell. Delilah loved danger, but this was pushing it.
I slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
"Hey, I've got a crazy request."
"Oh?" Delilah turned her head, still lying face-down on the bed. "What is it?"
"We're going to fuck in Ivy's room."
"No way." She flipped over onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows, staring at me. "Ivy will wake up for sure."
"She won't. She's completely wasted. Trust me."
"I don't know, Evan…" She sighed. "What if she actually wakes up?"
"Come on. It'll be fine."
She hesitated, then sat on the edge of the bed. "We'll check on her first. Open the door and see if she's really sleeping. If she is… then maybe."
"You're the best."
